The Little Things (Creek One-Shots)

Breaking Point

(Dylyn)

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-Craig's Pov.-

          "Babe!" I hear a voice shout from behind me. I close my locker door become spinning around. I see Tweek rushing after me, a cute smile on his face. "Craig! Don't forget, you're coming over to help me with the poster designs after school!" He cheerfully told me, gripping onto my arm while hopping up and down, cutely.

          I give him a small smile, my heart racing in my chest. "Why would I ever forget, baby...." I sweetly say to him, reaching my free hand up to his face, caressing him softly.

          A crowd from a around us, like it does everyday. They are mostly girls, who are just staring at us like freaks. Why can't they leave us alone?

     I just want us to be alone....

          Tweek leaned into my touch and giggled a bit.

     He is so mother fucking cute....

          I couldn't stop my face from heating up this time, but luckily he quickly wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a comfortable hug. I hugged his waist and buried my face in his neck, returning the warm hug.

          "I guess you're right...." he replied in my ear, loud enough for the crowd's satisfaction to go up. Everyone 'awwe's' and 'oohhhh's' as we pull apart and look at each other. His face says he is happy to be with me, but his eyes say 'great acting!'

          Please. If I was acting, This 'show' would stink.

     Tweek is the real actor here.

          He has went day by day, doing this stupid act for these bitchy girls, exploiting the gayness that doesn't resign in him, even doing things he doesn't want to do it, for about, 26 months.

          That's 2 years.

          He makes me look like a pebble compared to the Crackin.

          He gently takes my face and places the tiniest kiss on my cheek before running off to his last class.

          "Bye Darling~" he says, almost over sweetened as he looks back at me and waves. I wave back, and say,

          "Bye my Tweeky" I try and match his sweetness, but. It only ends sounding creepy-like. No one seemed to notice though, they were to busy raving about us.

I sigh as my smile fades fast, watching him leave. I want to hold him a little bit longer, but if I do, he might get uncomfortable.

He doesn't really like physical touch all that much, but he uses it for me. Everyday....

But not for the reason I want him too.

I slowly back away from my locker and rush to my last class for the day. Once I'm in the classroom, I sit down and cross my arms on the desk.